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There was a guy who lived in Brussels. The girl lived in Madrid. The guy(lets name him Gaay, no not gay!) came to Madrid to work. The girl(lets name her Oldy) joined in the same company. In office they fell in love and things went happily ... no wait this is not a movie, so it was a bumpy ride :)

After 3.5 months Gaay got transferred to Lisbon(not Lesbian) and both Gaay and Oldy were heartbroken at the news. But Gaay promised Oldy that he would return to Madrid to see her. Every month.

After 3 weeks, Gaay got a ticket to Madrid and reached early in the morning. To surprise Oldy, he went direct to office. After about 1 hour of waiting, he saw her, in a beautiful white dress, walking slowly with all the elegance and poise that suits a princess. He went behind her and started walking beside her gently. After a few seconds she took notice, looked at him, wondering if it was a dream! She asked him, "Pinch me, is this real?". Gaay pinched her softly. She was silent, dead silent, she could not speak, she closed her eyes, held her mouth and kept smiling, almost short of breath. She could not believe her eyes, Gaay understood. "I need to go for work", she almost pleaded, hoping Gaay would say no. But Gaay did not wish her to lose work, he said they would get enough time to spend together after the office hours. Besides he himself was tired and needed some rest after the long journey. She kept saying she would never forget this. She never did.

*This story is a complete work of fiction. Any resemblance is purely coincidental.

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